2.28.2012

My obscenely talented friend Cleon Grey recently featured me on his site Layonbone. This dude has vision to the max, and I'm so honored to be involved. Below is the series he shot of me - Positives & Negatives:

2.25.2012

A great eye-makeup remover is hard to find. Believe me, I've been searching for a really long time. So I thought it fitting that - once found - a video should be made in its honor. It's basically a before-and-after, showing a really shitty remover vs Neutrogena's (the results are pretty astounding, really). If you like watching me blab on and on about stuff, you're really gonna love this one...

2.21.2012

Well it's no secret that this season's NYFW didn't thrill me. I inadvertantly ended up skipping more shows than I attended, most likely irritating more than a few publicists (sorry, guys). The fashion scene was blah, the parties were snoozy, the clothes were meh...

BUT!!! But...I'm very happy to report that there was one thing that stood out as awesome. SLOUCHY TROUSERS. Baggy. Relaxed. Loosy goosy to the max. I put together my favorite ones below (all pics taken by me at shows that I actually did make it to).

For shorter girls like me (I'm 5'6"), these kind of trousers usually call for heels - it's a good idea to elongate as much as possible to offset the bulk of the pants. This sucks for me because I have a horrible, horrible back - but for most girls it's a fun opportunity to pair femme with masculine. Soooo, kudos to you guys.

Let's have fun with this one, eh? A gem of a "trend" in a sea of who cares.

2.11.2012

He met me for dinner fresh off a plane from LA, where he's been living the last few weeks. Despite hardly communicating on this day (save a few dinner logistics texts), and despite his recent warm LA climate (and my winter(ish) NY one) - my best friend Dushane and I still encountered one another dressed like this:

In case you're a dummy, I'll walk you through the alterna-matchiness of these outfits. Observe:

2.10.2012

Ok so...something has shifted in the New York Fashion Week scene - and I have this nagging suspicion that we're now at the point of no return.

Chairs that used to throne editors and industry titans now cushion the boney asses of overpaid (and over-endorsed) bloggers. The Chanel skirt suits and click-clacking classic pumps, formerly donned by the upper echelons of fashion and pop-culture goddesses, have been replaced by boys in pink tutus, blonde wigs, and heinous knockoff Louboutins.

This season, the guests at NYFW bear a striking resemblance to high school seniors at a college frat party; all of the upperclassmen shaking their heads in the corner, while the reckless teenagers are too drunk to notice.

Is Fashion Week in NYC eternally doomed to suffer the tackiness and costuminess once reserved for suburban shopping malls and the Halloween-Day parade? Is there any way to reconcile the blogger-takeover with the golden age of class and exclusivity?

It would appear that publicists are simply bribing bloggers - inviting them to their 4th rows in exchange for superficial and thoughtless rave reviews (and tweets and Instagram photos and Tumblr thingies and...). Will they ever tire of this so-called "mass exposure" and exchange quantity for quality?

I don't have answers to all of these rhetoricals yet, but I will say this: people who are currently taking one giant step back from this circus have the right idea - and at some point, a counter-movement in fashion (that's super inspiring and creative) will emerge from it.